A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 7: A Plain but Busty Girl

Chapter 7: A Plain but Busty Girl

At the school gate, our town walk ends, and we head back home. I confirmed the high school’s name, “Prefectural North High School,” at the gate.

Since it’s before enrollment, I couldn’t enter the school, but it looked like a typical high school. Being spring break, the outdoor sports fields were busy with club activities.

Given this world’s co-ed nature, a sturdy chain-link fence surrounds the school. Staring too much over it would make me look like a creep, so, as usual, I limited myself to quick glances.

Still, I managed to memorize the track team’s bare legs. Their toned yet soft-looking muscles occupied my thoughts, as always.

In the shopping street, we ate croquettes from a butcher shop while walking. As we moved through the residential area, it seemed Mother had many friends nearby, including kids from my middle school going to the same high school.

However, many boys attend all-boys schools in other prefectures, like my friend mentioned earlier. Come to think of it, the information I looked up included details about high schools.

For boys, the choice is between an all-boys school in another prefecture or a local co-ed school, but all-boys schools require significant academic or financial ability.

For girls, co-ed schools are an aspiration, and their entrance exams are much harder than for boys.

Moreover, for girls, it’s not just academics—how well they perform in interviews matters. Though not officially stated, rumors suggest appearance plays a role.

If I were in that position, judged on looks during an interview, I’d be mentally crushed. But that might explain why the sports club girls were all cute. I also confirmed that beauty standards aren’t reversed in this world.

That said, there’s no way a cute girl would be into me. With the gender ratio, about 20% of the class will be boys, and most—probably all—will be better-looking than me.

In that case, a cute girl approaching me would only happen in a convenient fantasy, not reality.

If this is a dream, I’d like it to be convenient, but that’s not something I can control.

As we near home, I spot a girl walking toward us. Mother happily calls out to her.

“Ara, it’s Maki-chan, isn’t it! It’s been a while—have you been well?”

The girl called Maki-chan looks about 16, around my age. She has semi-long black hair, double-lidded eyes with a slightly sleepy vibe, and faint freckles on her cheeks. To me, she’s very cute and seems quiet.

She’s wearing a hoodie over a T-shirt, so her underwear isn’t visible. Still, I’m fixated on her body’s curves.

The two spheres pushing up her hoodie have an intense presence, even through the fabric. Slightly hunched, her chest, probably mid-90s cm, makes me guess as I, once again, get an erection.

Her lower body, wrapped in track pants, has reassuringly sturdy thighs. Not fat, but healthily plump, that’s my impression.

Recognizing my mother, she starts to respond but changes expression upon seeing me.

It’s like she’s wondering why I’m here, making me worry there’s some awkward history between us.

“H-hello, it’s, uh, been a while…”

Maki-san responds, looking only at the other two, occasionally glancing at me.

“You’re starting at North High the day after tomorrow, right, Maki-chan? So is our Shun-kun, so if you’re in the same class, look out for him, okay?”

Mother adds something about keeping bad bugs away, and Maki-san nods seriously. Bad bugs on me? That’s probably as likely as a stinkbug on my clothes.

Maki-san bows to me last. Unsure how to respond, I say, “P-please, look after me…” and hesitantly bow back. I don’t know our past, but if greeting makes her hate me, so be it.

Blushing, Maki-san says, “Th-thank you very much!”—a bizarre line—and runs off. What did I do to her in the past? I’m filled with anxiety.

Back home, Mother says Maki-san was in our elementary and middle schools, sometimes in the same class. Their mothers are close, too.

But Maki-san is a bit shy, so neither Mother nor I have talked to her much.

Her vibe feels like I wouldn’t be too nervous around her, and I’d like her in my class. Since I’m not used to women, I’d freeze around gyaru or outgoing types, imagining they’re laughing at me behind my back.

Quiet girls, though, I could manage minimal conversation with, so I hope the new class has more like her.

But in my real world, I became a bullying target by my second year of high school, shutting down and cutting off contact. I worry the same could happen here. The anxiety never ends.

By the time we return, it’s nearly dusk, and Mother starts preparing dinner. Apparently, the housekeeper is only here in the mornings during school breaks.

I wonder if I should help, but I’m not great at cooking and don’t want to be a nuisance, so I stay quiet in the living room.

Still, waiting for food without helping feels awkward. Maybe I’ll offer tomorrow.

When they finish, my first dinner in this world is ready. Various dishes are set before me.

Chicken steak, hearty minestrone, a large Caesar salad—an elaborate lineup, so lavish I wonder why we need a housekeeper.

“On weekdays, I’m working, so we leave it to Yukari-san. But today’s my day off, so I put in some effort,” Mother says, happily arranging the plates. Incidentally, I learn the housekeeper’s name as we start another family meal.

This time, since they’re family, I want to try communicating a bit. Given the vibe, I don’t think they’ll spit at me for asking a question.

“Uh, tomorrow… do you have any plans…?”

Holding my nerve, I ask. Before Mother can answer, Yuki-san chimes in, sounding puzzled.

“…Shun-nii, you’re talking a lot today. What’s up? And you’re speaking like you’re talking to someone older.”

Mother agrees.

“That’s right. Usually, you look annoyed when we talk to you, and you’d just say things like ‘do that for me.’ But since this morning, it’s like you’re a different person. Did something happen?”

Both peer at me, their beautiful faces making it hard to know where to look. It’s overwhelming.

What kind of arrogant person was I? With the same face, I can’t imagine being like that.

“I’m really happy if Shun-nii’s being nice, but you don’t have to be so formal! I’d be even happier if you talked more casually… maybe that’s asking too much, though.”

Mother nods at Yuki’s words. I don’t sense any hostility or aversion.

“Okay. I’ll try to be… more careful. Thanks, both of you…”

But I end up using polite language. Instantly, Yuki says, in a playful tone, “Shun-nii, no need for formalities, okay?”

“And I’d like you to call me by my name. You always said ‘you’ or ‘hey,’ but… if you’re okay with it, I mean!”

What kind of person was I here, acting so high and mighty? Calling someone ‘you’ is a mentality I don’t have now, so I should use her name.

But in my entire life, I’ve never called a woman by her first name. Even if she’s my sister in this world, I’m endlessly nervous. Calling someone by their first name feels like something only outgoing university types could do.

Still, I know I have to say it. Yuki’s not teasing me at all.

“Okay… Y-Yuki, I’ll be careful… yeah.”

Saying a woman’s first name gives me chills, even revulsion. I’m so resistant to closing the distance with women, and it makes me feel disgusting.

But Yuki seems satisfied, muttering, “Shun-nii called me by my name… me, ufu, fufu…” under her breath.

It might seem a bit unhinged if she weren’t a beautiful girl. But her recognizing me as a person, let alone a brother, makes her incredibly precious to me. My heart calms a bit.

Seeing this, Mother looks amused but murmurs, “Maybe I should have him call me by my name, too.”

A son calling his mother by her first name feels socially questionable, even for someone like me, but I don’t know.

I try calling her “Mother” a few times, and she doesn’t object. Relieved, I decide to keep observing.

Tomorrow, I have no plans to go out, but it’s Monday, so Mother will be at work. The housekeeper, Yukari-san, will be here all day.

Yuki, meanwhile, has plans to eat with friends and will be out for a few hours in the afternoon. During that time, I’ll prepare for the entrance ceremony with Yukari-san’s help.

Being alone with her makes me slightly anxious. But she’s not my enemy, and given her position, she probably won’t belittle me.

Plus, I think I should talk to her to prepare for what’s ahead. I can’t deny I’m curious about her, too.

After dinner, Mother suggests I take a bath. The bathroom is spacious, with a large tub that could fit three people.

In my real world, bath time wasn’t relaxing—just a way to warm up. But now, I’m surprisingly relaxed. Alone, I have space and can reflect on today.

At the same time, I wonder what it’d be like to bathe with the three of us. Would we wear towels? As usual, I indulge in crude fantasies.

Naturally, I’m erect in my lower half, so I check my dick. It’s not much different, maybe slightly bigger. In reality, it was about 11 cm, but now it’s maybe 14 cm.

Because of this, I feel awkward facing them after my bath and hurry back to my room.

Recalling the see-through bras and breast shapes I saw today, I shamefully rub my dick, shiko shiko. I ejaculate twice, both times with a lot of thick semen.

It’s not the usual mindless release but an intensely exciting one. What I’m doing is utterly deplorable, but I couldn’t stop myself.